Hunter: MC Romance (Hell Reapers MC Book 1) (34 page)

Hunter just shook his head as I called up my boss and let him know that I wouldn’t be coming in for personal reasons. If he didn’t hate me with a passion before, he was definitely going to now. Technically I still had sick days, so it wasn’t something he could just fire me over.

After informing Gates, we headed up to the front desk.

I gave Carl my best smile, “Hey there Hemlocke,” I purred, “still in the same room?”

Carl returned with a wry smirk, “Can’t divulge that information,” they teased, “although…” they put a finger on their chin and looked up towards the ceiling, “maybe if you could name the first track on my demo, I might be able to be persuaded. Can’t say for sure.”

Hunter’s eyes slid between us, a stiff, short laugh rumbling from his chest. He must have thought that we were both beyond weird
and
functionally stupid.

“I don’t know,” I teased, “this seems really unprofessional of you.”

“Babe,” they said, nodding their head from left to right, “if professional is what they want,” the phone beside them began to ring, “then they need to start paying me professionally. Same room as before, next time you don’t come in here gushing to tell me how much you loved it,” Carl slid over in their chair to the phone, “I will use lethal force. Trust. ”

I just rolled my eyes and thanked them, “Try not to let the people ruin your
spectacular
mood.”

“I’ll try,” Carl replied, “oh, and some dude was looking for you, by the way.”

“Me?” I said, “here?”

“Yeah.”

“What’d he look like, what did he want?” It confounded me that someone would be actively looking for me here, I hadn’t heard that someone was trying to reach me at my office.

“Looked real professional,” Carl explained, the phone still ringing, “I was kind of swamped at the time though, so he buzzed off real quick. Bald headed, wore a suit.”

“I see, well thanks I guess.” Professional was not a word that I’d come to know in the recent weeks. I didn’t have the time to bother myself with strangers.

***

When we got up to mom’s room, I was waiting for Hunter to come inside – he was standing out in the hall with the door still open as I looked at him. “Are you coming?” I asked, and then turned to my mother, “he’s just a little nervous to get his balls busted is all.”

Mom weakly laughed at that, and Hunter grumbled something in protest before walking on through and shutting the door. Mom announce, “So this is the man I’ve been hearing so much about.”

Hunter gave her his best smile and glided over to her, extending a hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he started.

“Am I wearing a suit to you?” She asked, making a come hither motion, “give me a hug, give me a hug.”

“Heh, sorry,” Hunter coiled his arms around my mother’s neck and gave her a tight squeeze. “Hunter by the way.”

“Oh, Hunter’s a strong one. Definitely not a walking pretzel like that other one,” she beamed with happiness, looking towards me, “see dear? Hugs are always better than handshakes.” With warmth pressing against my chest, I sidled over to the other end of my mom’s bed and stood beside her. Hunter pulled over a chair and rested his arms on his knees.

Her eyes shifted to Hunter, “Don’t suppose you have any old men without wedding bands in that club of yours Jessica’s mentioned,” Mom asked playfully.

A smile walked along Hunter’s face, “’Fraid not, ma’am.”

“Oh please,” she wave a hand absently, something I was painfully aware that we shared, “call me Beatrice and nothing but.”

“Are you sure?” Hunter asked with a grin, “everything about me’s so not proper, might do me some good trying to act right.”

She winced in pain, but quickly tried to brush it off as nothing. My heart dipped for her. “You’re going to have your hands full with this one, Blue Jay.”

Hunter’s face colored itself pensive, “Blue—“

I cut him off, “That’s a story for another time,” surely I could bribe my mother to save me the embarrassment of that story.

Mom reached for her glass of water and drank it long and deep, “Nonsense,” she cleared her throat, “if anything now could be the last and only time!” I heard the pain rise in her voice, the sad sharp edges coming out, her face darkening. The mood of the room shifted in an instant. I looked over to Hunter with worry in my eye and in my heart, sliding my gaze down to my mother.

“Mom…” I said, and things seemed to go in slow motion when she fought against quiet sobs. She must have been so tired of fighting, so drained with the constant battle that raged inside. I didn’t know how she did it, or how anyone could – all I knew is that she never deserved an ounce of it, and that if there was a God above, he was a cruel and senseless creature.

“I’m sorry,” she quietly announced as I put my hand on her shoulder, rubbing it in circles. “I don’t mean to drag you two down, I’m happy for you Jessie. I really am.”

Hunter brought himself from his chair and over to her side, placing his hand on her other shoulder. “Jess clued me in on what’s going on,” he brought his fingers ever so gently to her chin and turned her head so that she would face him, before returning his hand to mom’s shoulder. He gave her that serious look that made my heart clutch, “I
will
get your treatment paid for.”

I straightened out my spine, “
We
,” I added.

His eyes slid over to me, making my body instantly dizzy with that smoldering gaze, “We’re here to give you hope, and love—“

“And hugs,” I mentioned, trying to lighten the mood.

“But mostly I’m here to hear lots of embarrassing stories,” he grinned like the Cheshire cat, “so seriously, start remembering cause when we get you out of here, and we get your strength back, I expect to know them all like the back of my hand.”

Beatrice’s eyes welled with tears, and my heart broke with waves of joy and sorrow.

Chapter 37

Hunter

It’d been a couple of nights since Jessica had told me that she wanted in, and I’d made sure to have her practice riding around in the SUV. This morning I got the call on my burner from Franklin, and for better or worse…

Tonight’s the night.

Sidling over to the bar, I sat down and brought up two fingers at Mozz and flicked them towards my person. Half a minute later and I had a nice pint in front of me. Pooh Bear and Tommy were sitting on either side of me, and Jameson was to the side of Tommy. All the others were down at the clubhouse on Caulhoon getting ready, arming up to the teeth.

If it went as smooth as we needed it to go, as smooth as
Jessica
needed it to go, the Niners would be on there asses or possibly even stamped out completely. Putting an end to those scumsuckers was a nice thought, but a better one would be seeing a happy Jessica and a healthy Beatrice.

Pooh Bear tilted his head my way, “You sure Lex shouldn’t drive, brother?”

Sipped my beer and shook my head, “Lex is good,” I started, “Jessica’s better. You haven’t seen her race. Trust, brother. She’s a demon without wings.”

“Or a tail,” he added.

Jameson exhaled a short breath through his nose, “Demons do not have tails or horns,” he said all-knowingly, leaning forward to look at me with that customary too-happy grin. “You would know that, if you ever read a book in your life, Brian.”

Pooh Bear’s forehead wrinkled up as he stared at Jameson.

“Well…” Jameson began to backpedal, “some of them do.” The VP was a bit of a character, and rarely one to lose his cool. He’d been through a real trip to hell, way worse than the detour that I took as a kid – sometimes I’d think on it, not for too long of course, but just long enough to feel for the man, to remember that there’s always someone whose got it worse off than you. You’d get a pass for missing it, the quiet hints that his eyes drop – the consistent, big ol’ grins that he loves to give. Pain wasn’t a contest, and it didn’t invalidate anyone’s suffering, but looking back, with a dose of clarity, I’d an alright upbringing – at least in the grand scale of fucked-up-ness.

P Bear and me threw our hands up into the air and groaned, nearly at the same time. Tommy just sipped his fireball whiskey.

“But,” Jameson put up a hand, trying to cut over our noises, “but most of them, appear human. Those are the ones that you have to be careful of. The subtle beasts. The danger lurking beneath the face of the water, unseen and felt; waiting for the perfect moment.”

I chugged down my beer and swept a hand through my hair, extending my arms behind the necks of Tommy and Pooh, saying to Jameson: “Subtle beasts we do not make,” I pressed the two against me, a smile walking along the lines of my face, “we’re all just simple men, VP. Simple men. Simple pleasures. Right boys?” I squeezed even tighter, chuckling to myself as they physically and verbally protested.

Jameson’s tone did not inflect in such a way that I thought he intended it, but his next words sent an icy knife up my core. “Simple men make simple mistakes.”

I got up from my stool and slapped down a fiver before cracking my neck and stretching a bit, the old leather of my worn jacket creaking with each motion. I then jogged to the door, looking over my shoulder and whistling at Pooh, “Come on PB, let’s have a smoke.”

Pooh Bear turned in his seat to face me and I could catch a glimpse of his teeth before he stood up, checked the still frozen tips of his hair and swaggered on over to me.

***

When our black chariot towards destruction arrived, my heart slowly lurched into my throat. I couldn’t see Jess through the tinted windows, but I knew she was there. I shouldn’t have agreed to let her be a part of this. Somewhere, some scattered thought poised that it was Brad who was to blame – he could have told me no. Still, Jess knew her away around a car as much as she did a man.

Pooh Bear flicked the roach of his cigarette to the curb and hopped in the back. I caught a glimpse of all my brothers packed in there, all smiles and laughs.

This was when we felt our most alive. Our most connected to what we were put on this planet to do.

Jameson and Tommy made their way around and to the back as well. I was the last to enter, taking my spot in the front passenger seat which Brad had promised to me, since he thought it was so adorable how me and Jess looked together. Heh, or Blue Jay I should say. Couldn’t ever coax that sweet crone to give up the origins to that one, but it held my curiosity.

Jumping in I shut the door and was immediately greeted by a series of whoops and whistles and name callings about my and Jess’s pairing. Fuckers, didn’t see me busting there balls about that shit – I silently promised myself that one day, one day I’d get them all good.

Jessica pulled down her shades and I felt the heat drop to my balls like a molten weight. She was wearing just a white tank, no bra as I could see her perky nipples plain as damn day, causing my cock to stir even more. “Hey superstar,” she purred, and then turned around to face the men, “think it’s time to raise some HELL?”

The car erupted with enthusiastic hollers and claps, as well as rattling anything that they could get their hands on. It was a good thing that Lex wasn’t driving though, I could see it clearly, with the way his pupils were dilated and how energetic he looked; he wasn’t going into this one clean.

Jess threw the vehicle into drive and gave me that sexy smirk before pushing up her shades. She was wearing a simple pair of skinny jeans, painted black and pulled tightly against her – I could only imagine how amazing her heart-shaped ass would look from a proper view. She also wore two belts fashioned criss-cross against one another, both studded like armored teeth.

When we reached Ryker’s Shipyard, it was like witnessing something that wasn’t meant to be observed. You could feel it in the air. The small district had been a hub of activity years before I was ever born or had even moved here, or at least that’s what Brad told me that the locals had told him. But the high-stakes rollers, with their money and their influence, were able to funnel their business into a port eight miles south from here – claiming that Rykers was a thing of the past and that Applegate had need for a bigger shipping facility.

Course, the reality of the situation was vastly different from how the journalists posited it to be.

The gang removed themselves from the SUV, a good long distance from the parking lot and still some half a football field away from the shipyard. We had our pistols strapped and ready to go, but the heavy ammunition was kept stashed away in a hidden compartment in the seats.

Jessica killed the engine and stepped out, moving over to me – and before she could reach me, I stalked over to her and grabbed her face. She knew what was comin’ for her, so she got up on her tiptoes.

Planting a deep kiss on her lips, I tried to steal the breath from her lungs and make her melt away right there, my heart burning up and my soul revving to the point of ecstasy. When I was around her, my body was complete and my spirit gorged on the sustenance that her embrace so easily provided.

She pulled away from the kiss and looked up at me beneath those dark lashes, “The gloves aren’t dumb, are they?” She asked, but I didn’t know what the hell she was going on about – I was still floating down to earth from my momentary sojourn in bliss.